It seemed Sigyn was no stranger to the homesickness that plagued Katja as well. A soft sigh passed her teeth when Sigyn asked her in return what held her back from the festivities. "They do not understand what this is," she spat. "Not one of them know or care that this honors the gods. They do not know that I do this to bring blessings on them as my adopted people. They think only of their play, or politics, or finding some advantage in this." I lose so much to secure a life for myself, her battered soul cried. When does it end? Her voice dropped to a low growl. "Not even those who consider themselves allies of Ebony know the alpha who leads it."
